Here is my review of Kristin Sanders’ “Cuntry” (Trembling Pillow Press, 2017) up at Agape Editions. Everyone should read this book.
Sanders’ speaker delivers the guts, the skin, the heartbreak, the intimacy into our collective conscious…Sanders taps into an immense loneliness of our culture, of our women who are still silenced, who are still ‘cuntry objects.’ We have the right to embrace the ugliness, the complexity, the messiness, the arousal of our woman-ness. It is fair. It is time. Sanders tells us to ‘redo the parts where your desire was left out.’

I’m really honored to have a poem from a new project that I am working on in the last issue of Inter/rupture along with some amazing writers that I really admire (Christopher Citro, Mary Biddinger, Noah Flack, Adam Tedesco to name a few.) You can read my poem “3rd female citizen from sunshine nation faces off with #1 light sucking demon,” at the link below.
I answer Rob McLennan’s interview questions in his “12 or 20” series. You can check it out at the link below. Show some love to Canada! Lol.
Here is my poem “Naming Names” up at Cleaver. And you can hear me read it too. :) Thwak. Thwak.
Thank you to Volume 1 Brooklyn for naming my book “The Messenger is Already Dead” one of their fave books of 2017! xo.

I have three poems up at Nice Cage today (the “Police Me” issue.) Thanks so much to the editors!
Thanks Tom Holmes at Re Dactions for nominating one of my ROBOT poems for a Pushcart Prize! I’m so grateful.
My ROBOT chapbook can be purchased from The Birds We Piled Loosely Press here, for $10. Or you can contact me for a signed copy. 🙂 :
I’m totally thankful to these journals and the tireless editors who create them all year long: I recently got poems accepted at Drunk Monkeys, Quiddity, The Pinch, and Nice Cage.
Here is my review of Jenny Sadre-Orafai’s Malak (Platypus Press, 2017) up at Agape Editions today.
via Open Your Mouth, Carry It to the Next Place: A Review of Jenny Sadre-Orafai’s “Malak”
“A sleeper bag hung, waiting for it to return. I thought
at least the fox has its own room, and its own eyes.
I’d knock and ask it to play.” — Jenny Sadre-Orafai





